[law!verse] Confrontations

[miari]

I'm not sure if anything actually happens in this one....hehe.



It had probably been the smartest decision of Jaejoong’s life to pilfer pillows from Yunho’s couch before the apartment was ransacked. Not that it was something Jaejoong had consciously decided to do, but all the same, it had been a brilliant move. They stilled smelled like him, and if Jaejoong thought hard enough, they almost felt like him too...sort of.

Jaejoong groaned in frustration and lamented his life. The one night when he had nothing to correct, Yunho had decided to go do some preliminary case work. That had been a good five hours ago, and Jaejoong hadn’t even gotten a text. He had sent about thirty. He wasn’t worried (it was Yunho, when he was in his get things done mode, nothing could disturb him unless you stood in front of him and threatened to ruin his work,) just bored. And tired of trying hard not to noticed Yoochun and Junsu sucking each other’s faces off in the hallway. Junsu had been trying to leave for fifteen minutes.

Changmin had been gone all day to help Yejin with her notes for the debate for the next day, and Jaejoong had no idea when he was coming back. He hoped it was before Junsu left; Changmin wouldn’t let them forget semi-public making out.

“Jaejae?” Jaejoong rolled a little bit to see Ha Neul standing uncertainly in the door way, “Sun Hea is breathing funny. Can’t sleep.”

Grumbling inside his head, Jaejoong scooped his niece up in his arms and said, “How about you sleep in my bed for a little bit?”

Ha Neul nodded enthusiastically and Jaejoong petted her hair. He tucked her into his covers and hoped that he would remember that she was there later.

“Sing,” Hae Neul demanded, and he complied only when she added please.

She fell asleep after a few minutes and Jaejoong shut the door quietly behind himself. He checked on Sun Hea and laughed quietly as he saw her breathing with her mouth open. He tucked her in carefully, still chuckling as she muttered some sort of Sun Hea/Korean sentence. He heard the front door down stairs open and close and he made his way down to the living room to see if Junsu had finally left or if either Changmin or Yunho were back.

Yoochun was sprawled on the couch looking awfully forlorn and Jaejoong decided on the former.

“So were you actually going for the world’s longest goodbye or was it accidental?”

Yoochun threw a pillow at him. “Tell me again where Yunho is. Shouldn’t he be...occupying you?”

Jaejoong threw the pillow back.

“Are you still fighting? I thought you made up. I certainly thought I heard you making up.”

“We’re not fighting. He’s just...working.”

“You’re pouting is so not cute. I don’t know what Yunho sees in it. What were you so angry with him for anyway?”

Jaejoong wasn’t sure if Yunho wanted anyone to know. Not that he cared. “Yunho’s not teaching anymore.”

Yoochun opened his mouth severals times as if he was going to something. After about five minutes he said, “Wait. What?”

“Heechul is taking over,” Jaejoong crawled over to Yoochun, stealing the pillow from him, thinking that burying his face in the snuggle was the next best thing to Yunho’s chest. Yes, he told his academic brain, I used snuggle as a noun. Deal with it.

“As in Yunho isn’t teaching anymore?”

“That’s what I said.”

“That is so unfair,” Yoochun whispered, “That is so incredibly unfair. How did you get three years of him but I only got one semester.”

“Two,” Jaejoong purported, “This summer class totally counts.”

“One and a half,” Yoochun said, like he was bargaining a price.

“Fine. One and a half. Why are we even arguing about it?’

Yoochun tried to slide an arm around Jaejoong but the elder batted it away. “I don’t know where that hand has been in the last half hour. Don’t touch me with me.”

“It’s clean. I promise.”

“Don’t touch me.” Jaejoong enunciated, and Yoochun retracted the arm. “Are you coming to the debate tomorrow?”

“Of course I am.”

“I’m going to have the bring the kids if everyone is coming. Maybe I’ll give them coloring.”

“Seungyon told Changmin that he wanted to go.”

Jaejoong looked up from his pillow, “Really? Well that’s good.”

A key sounded in the lock and Jaejoong abandoned his pillow as Yunho walked into the living room.

“And that is my cue for bed,” Yoochun stood stretching as Yunho dropped his briefcase on the ground in favor of accepting a moving mass of Jaejoong into his arms, “Good night.”

Jaejoong mumbled a response into Yunho’s shirt, and when he heard Yoochun’s door shut he pulled Yunho’s face to his for a kiss. “Five hours,” Jaejoong groaned, “I thought I was going to die.”

“I’m sorry,” Yunho whispered into his lips, “Can I sit down, please, just hold you for awhile? My head is killing me.”

Jaejoong settled himself next to Yunho, legs over lap, and kissed his temple, “Were you productive?”

“Moderately. I can’t really do too much, I’ll start in earnest once classes are over.”

“Because five hours isn’t in earnest.”

Yunho chuckled and let his head fall against the back of the couch. “You know how I am.”

Jaejoong tugged him closer and Yunho fell against his student’s shoulder, mumbling pleasantly as Jaejoong pulled a hand through his hair. “So,” Yunho began, “Can we talk about next semester?”

“What’s to talk about? You aren’t going to be teaching. End of story, right? I’m not stupid enough to tell you to not do something that you love.”

“I appreciate that,” arms wound around Jaejoong’s waist, “But I was thinking...your whole next semester is an internship anyway, so...if you wanted, you could do it with me.”

There was a respectful moment of silence as Jaejoong thanked anyone he could think of that might have been responsible for Yunho’s brilliance. “Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

“Wait, you really want me to help you? Is that what you’re asking me to do?”

“Well, I can’t really ask my former partner, can I?”

“I love you.” Jaejoong kissed the top of Yunho’s head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Dear god yes. A stray thought flitted through his head and Jaejoong blurted it out, silently blaming Yoochun, “Are you sure I won’t be to...distracting?”

Before he could register the action, Yunho had him pinned on the couch and was looming over his student, his Professor face making Jaejoong’s breath catch. “Of course you’ll be distracting. Why do you think it took me five damn hours to do practically nothing today? Your face kept popping up in front of me. I figure, if I have you there, I can just pounce on you whenever I feel like it instead of having to shut my eyes and imagine it.”

“And that’s not going to be distracting?” Jaejoong asked with a smirk, attaching his lips to Yunho’s.

“It won’t. But I’d rather have the distraction be real than not. Plus,” Yunho added, swiping his tongue across Jaejoong’s mouth, “There will be no kids.”

“Heaven.”

“Absolutely,” Yunho murmured and Jaejoong closed his eyes as his lover’s hips moved against his own, quite content to forget everything but Yunho.


~~~~


Changmin unlocked the door quietly as he came in, not knowing who would still be up. He made his way into the living room after hearing voices murmuring back and forth and rolled his eyes when he saw Jaejoong tucked into Yunho’s arms. He didn’t even know how they managed to cuddle so effectively in such small spaces. It had to be a crime. Or a misdemeanor. Something.

“Hi,” Jaejoong smiled lazily.

Changmin tried to find the right word that could adequately describe Jaejoong’s appearance, “You look thoroughly fucked,” Changmin finally said, “and I mean that sexually.”

Jaejoong grinned, his obviously ravished lips striking a dark contrast against white teeth. “Thank you,” was the honest reply and Yunho kissed the top of Jaejoong’s tousled hair, chuckling, “I most certainly am.”

“Actually, I think that the correct tense is have been fucked,” Yunho said conversationally, “Am sort of implies action going on. I am being fucked, you are being fucked,”

“Okay, you didn’t need to confirm that. Or respond at all.”

“You brought it up.”

“I know but...just...no. You didn’t need to say that. I’m going to bed. Good night.”

“Changmin, Ha Neul is sleeping in my bed can you move her for me. Please?”

“You mean can I clear your bed so that you can continue to be fucked? Sure, why not?”

“Be fucked again,” Yunho corrected, and Changmin turned his back on them, hearing their smothered laughter as he walked up the stairs.


~~~~


It turned out that a lot of people had decided to come watch the final debate. Jaejoong had never seen the classroom quite so full in all his years of study. The entire law faculty had shown up, even those who weren't teaching classes. He waved to Donghae and his zoologist as well as Leeteuk. The pediatrician sat himself by Seungyon who actually didn't seem to mind. Even the Dean made an appearance, perhaps trying to make up for the Yoochun incident.

Jaejoong set Ha Neul and Sun Hea up in a corner with coloring, still feeling slightly guilty that he had to bring them, but consoled by Junsu's promises to keep them occupied and quiet.

"You really advertised,' Yunho commented.

"Just by word of mouth," Jaejoong shrugged.

At the start of class, Yunho made Yoochun standby the door to turn away anyone who didn't know his policy of “never be late for my class, regardless of who you are.” The professor couldn't really yell at anyone who wasn’t his student, so avoidance of the problem was the best course of action to take.

Yunho spoke breifly about how he was rather proud of the class for doing so well, and Jaejoong sunk into his seat, blushing furiously as Yunho told the entire room that he was especially proud of him for being able to teach three classes. Jaejoong decided to kill Yoochun later for the smirk on his face as everyone clapped.

They had both agreed to have a panel of judges to decide the winner. Yunho allowed both Yejin and Seunghyun to choose a member, (Yejin chose Heechul to the professor's obvious delight, and Seunghyun another member of the law faculty,) and then picked Seungyon and Donghae's friend Eunhyuk. Jaejoong wasn't sure if Seungyon was honored or astonished. Yunho asked the Dean to be the fifth and the man seemed extraordinarily happy to oblige.

The rules stayed the same. For thirty glorious minutes, Jaejoong sat in awe of his two students as their groups argued back and forth about a murder case that had taken place ten years ago. Jaejoong had done a whole case study on it his first year and it held a special place in his heart because it had been the first assignment Yunho had verbally praised Jaejoong for.

When the panel of five had left the room to make their decision, Yunho leaned close to Jaejoong's ear and whispered, "Your arguments were better."

Jaejoong got butterflies in his stomach as he tried not to blush. Yunho sidled over to Donghae and Leeteuk who were talking and Jaejoong decided to stay put because he was sure that his legs wouldn't be able to support his weight.

Sun Hea toddled over to him to display several hearts that she had drawn (her new favorite shape) and he let her sit on his lap and said all the right things to her, making her giggle into his hug.

When the five judges came back into the room, Sun Hea was still mumbling sweetly, so engrossed in her self discussion that she didn't protest when Junsu came to fetch her from Jaejoong's lap. Her conversation simply transferred itself, as if Junsu and Jaejoong were the same person.

The Dean cleared his throat once the room had quieted down (thanks to glares from Yunho and Jaejoong to certain, unnamed students,) and he announced quite fervently that it had been one of the best debates he'd ever witnessed.

"Certainly, I must commend their professors for such professional tutelage. We think that both sides did a wonderful job and that they both deserve to uh...have this count as their final."

Jaejoong could sense a slight disapproval in the Dean's words, but he imagined that the man had comes to terms with it. Plenty of professors swapped out assignments for finals.

"Seeing as we had to choose one, it was unanimously decided that Seunghyun's group did better. So they-"

The rest of the Dean's words were drowned out as Seunghyun's team whooped in utter glee.

Jaejoong glanced carefully at Yejin and was relieved to find her smiling. He had expected Seunghyun to win; his arguments all semester had been positively flawless, and this time around was no exception.

The spectators were all smiling and laughing at the group's reactions and when the commotion had settled down, each group respectfully congratulated one another.

Jaejoong winked at Yejin after catching her eye, and she smiled at him, nodding. He thought it was a good thing that she'd still be taking the exam anyway; she would be able to retain more information now that Changmin was helping her.

Yunho was grinning and after praising both students himself, he said that it was the best way he'd ever ended a semester. While everyone in the room was busy eating the cake that Jaejoong had brought (Yoochun had called him a first class suck up,) Yunho had leaned towards him again and whispered, "I lied, kissing you at the end of last semester was the best."

Jaejoong smiled, proud that he hadn’t blushed. Changmin rolled his eyes when Jaejoong looked at him and the TA made a note to properly acknowledge Yunho's whispered confession and Changmin's snide facial expressions when they were safely back at home.

His pants were tugged as his brain was etching this thought into his memory and he looked down to see Sun Hea holding up her arms expectantly.

Jaejoong swung her up onto his hip, telling her that since she behaved so well, she could have an extra big piece of cake. Not that the piece of cake would be extra big, because no one wanted to purposefully (or accidentally) feed Sun Hea too much sugar, but she didn't need to know that. She'd only be eating the frosting anyway.

He ended up being fed the cake that she didn't want and he glared at Yunho from across the room when he noticed that his boyfriend was laughing at him. "More!" Sun Hea demanded, pushing the offending cake to his mouth after she had removed the frosting for herself.

"I've had enough, Sun Hea. So have you."

Yunho appeared in front of him, still chuckling, and whispered, "you have cake smudged all over your mouth. I suggest you wipe it off or I will not be responsible for what I'll do."

"Which is what?" Jaejoong asked, searching blindly for a napkin, unable to take his eyes from the professor's.

"Lick it off you," Yunho winked and Jaejoong reluctantly wiped his face clean, making one more note to save a little cake for later. "Don't get any weird ideas," Yunho poked his face, "I can guess what you're thinking."

"You suggested it, so you can't possibly blame me for getting ideas in my head."

Yunho just laughed and wet some more napkins for Jaejoong, "Here. She still has some frosting stuck in between her fingers."

Jaejoong was glad that everyone was far too busy being happy to overhear their exchange.


~~~~


They had decided to confront Sangmi before questioning Yejin about Yunho’s apartment. Seunghyun had actually also come to Jaejoong and said (very angrily) that he and several other students had seen Sangmi cheating. No one really wanted get on her bad side, but since Sangmi already hated Seunghyun, and he didn’t really care, he had decided to speak for all of them. Jaejoong told him that someone had already come to him, and promised to do something about it.

The day after the debate, Jaejoong beckoned to Sangmi after class and said that he and Yunho wanted to speak with her and was she free at the moment, because it really couldn’t wait.

They knew she was, and Jaejoong was sure that she had no idea what they were going to speak with her about when she eagerly agreed and followed them both up to Yunho’s office.

Jaejoong attempted to appear non-chalant as he navigated piles of paper, trying to find the best area to sit. He still had yet to clean the office, and Heechul's notes were slowly beginning to pile up, mixing in with Yunho's organized chaos and threatening to drive Jaejoong insane.

Sangmi tossed her bags onto the floor carelessly and plopped down into the seat on the opposite side of the desk Yunho sat at. She looked thrilled, and Jaejoong was sure she thought that they were about to tell her something wonderful.

"So I'll get right to the point," Yunho's voice was not at all kind and Sangmi's grin faltered for a second, "It was brought to our attention that you cheated on the last test."

The grin disappeared. “What?”

“You were seen cheating,” Yunho repeated, “And we would both like an explanation and an apology.”

“Well whoever it was is obviously lying. You’re just going to take one student’s word for it? I don’t-”

“Sangmi,” Jaejoong interrupted, “Several people saw you with notes by your feet, flipping pages, and copying. You’re in enough trouble as it is, don’t lie.”

“Did you see me Jaejoong-ssi?”

“That isn’t really relevant.”

“They’re all lying.” Sangmi stressed.

Jaejoong took note of the desperation in her voice, “Sangmi, the rest of the class studied hard for that test. They all did relatively well on it, and I don’t blame them for being upset that a fellow classmate didn’t put in the work to achieve something-”

“It was my cousin wasn’t it? She’s a lying bitch and you shouldn’t-”

“Yejin did the best out of everyone in that class on the last test, Sangmi.”

“She’s retarded. If she did so well, than you should be questioning her about cheating, because I can guarantee you that she cheated; if anyone would cheat it would be her.”

Jaejoong sat on his hands so that he wouldn’t hit the girl in front of him, even if she did deserve it. “It was not your cousin that ratted you out,” Jaejoong lied, quite thankful that he could do that relatively well, “and I know she wasn’t cheating because I watched her. You’re right in that if anyone had a reason to cheat, it would be her. But you know, your cousin has a lot of character. She’s been tutored for awhile now, and she’s made every effort to make up for her disability. I watched her through that entire test. She was the last one to leave and not once did she even look up from her paper, not even to stretch. I should have had more faith in her, because if I hadn’t been watching her, I would have seen you, and I would have kicked you out of that classroom.”

Sangmi seemed unable to speak and she sat glaring, breathing hard through her nose.

“You will not be welcome back into my classroom until you have sorted this out with the Dean,” Yunho said, and handed her a piece of paper with a place for said official’s signature, “And you know very well what absences do to grades.”

The paper trembled in Sangmi’s hand and she looked up at Yunho, hissing, “You can’t suspend me.”

“You suspended yourself when you chose to cheat,” Yunho returned quietly, “Sangmi, you have so much potential to be a good lawyer. I honestly don’t understand why you thought that you needed to do something like this.”

Sangmi stood up and grabbed her bag, her hands still shaking in fury, “You will not get away with this, you have absolutely no proof.”

Yunho thought for a moment before saying, “Eyewitness accounts are some of the best types of proof there are.”

The hate that was written all over Sangmi’s face made Jaejoong’s toes curl involuntarily. She walked out of the door, slamming it loudly behind her, causing the glass to rattle.

“I wasn’t even done,” Jaejoong pouted, and Yunho let out a breath slowly, falling back against his chair, “I hope I can yell at her again.”

“That’s a terrible thing to think about one of your students.”

“Oh please,” Jaejoong fought the urge to sit himself on Yunho’s lap, “Like you didn’t enjoy that.”

“Of course I did; however, that doesn’t mean I should wish for it again. I ought to talk to Heechul, though; he caught a student cheating his first year teaching...I think there are still dent marks in the room where he confronted the student.”

“Dent marks on what?” Jaejoong asked, suddenly very grateful that Sangmi hadn’t thrown anything.

“The walls. I’m sure he could show you.”

Jaejoong sat in the seat Sangmi had vacated and threw his feet up on the desk.

“Feet off desk,” Yunho ordered, “Grade papers.”

“When did you lose the capability to form full sentences?”

“When you decided to sprawl your sexy all over that chair. Grade.”

Jaejoong grinned.


~~~~


Yejin proved to be a slippery fish to catch. Jaejoong would try to snag her after a class as Yunho packed his notes away but managed to all of a sudden gain a gaggle of friends who she’d latch onto and hussle out the door before the TA could reach her.

Jaejoong even attempted to recruit Changmin to try and squeeze information from her, and he promised, but said, “really Jaejoong, it’s not like I have time to drill her about anything other than law and what she needs to study.”

Finally exasperated, Jaejoong waited until the end of a law intro class when Yunho asked him, as he always did, if the TA had anything he wanted to add. Usually, Jaejoong said no (because Yunho never left anything unsaid.) But this time, he pointed at Yejin and said, “Yes, I need to talk to you after class. Do not bolt out of that door,” and Yejin had no choice but to nod her head meekly at his request.

He beckoned to her as Yunho gathered his papers and she followed them out the door, gripping her notebook so tight, Jaejoong thought that the wire rings must have been biting through her skin. “Sit,” he instructed, and they assumed the same positions they had occupied the day before when Jaejoong had pulled Sangmi from class.

“Please explain what you said about Yunho’s apartment.”

“I don’t really want to.”

“Well that’s too bad, because you’re going to sit there until you do. Do you know what that apartment looked like, Yejin, when I went to look?”

“You went? I told you not to!”

“Why? Yejin, we’re just trying to figure all of this out. If you know something you have to tell us.”

“I can’t do that,” Yejin whispered, “I want to, but I can’t, I’m sorry.”

Jaejoong pinched the bridge of his nose, irked.

“Yejin,” Yunho prompted quietly, “You realize that you’re protecting whoever is behind that, right? You can get in trouble and I don’t want you to. Yejin, please. How did you know that something wasn’t right?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Yejin’s voice was still no much more than white noise, “Please just let me go, I...please.”

Jaejoong looked at Yunho and found that his boyfriend was staring quite intently at Yejin. “Fine, you may leave. But this discussion is not over.”

Yejin left without a word and for the second time in a row, Jaejoong felt quite unfilled.

“Shit,” Yunho muttered, and let his head fall on the desk.

After a few minutes of silence, Jaejoong gathered his delegated paper correcting and kissed Yunho’s head which was still laying next to his laptop where it had landed. “I’m going home, Yoochun has to study.”

“I’m going to stay here, talk to Heechul for awhile,” Yunho muttered into the synthetic wood, his breath leaving a wet steam on the surface.

“Okay,” Jaejoong kissed him again. “Hey...we’ll get her talk, it’ll work out fine.”

Yunho smiled, finally lifting his head, taking advantage of the closed door, pulling Jaejoong into a very quick hug. “I know.”

~~~~


Jaejoong was bent over papers when Yunho got back, an intense look of concentration on his face as he wrote out his comments. The sight of him made Yunho pause for several seconds, feeling extraordinarily appreciative and completely in love.

Yunho trailed fingers over Jaejoong's cheek and the other looked up briefly, smiling, before moving his eyes back to his work.

"You know," Yunho whispered, still gently thumbing Jaejoong's skin, moving his hand into hair, "I fell in love with this look."

The pen paused it's scrawling across the page. "What?"

"This. How you look when you're concentrating: the way you bend over a paper, the way you hold your pen, the way you occasionally stick the tip of your tongue out.... Tests were the only time I could stare at you without fear of someone noticing."

Jaejoong set his pen onto the table and regarded Yunho; the professor could imagine that his boyfriend was trying to think of something clever to say. Yunho decided to not give him any time to do so and leaned in quickly, kissing a moderately surprised yet very willing Jaejoong.

"So," he whispered, when Yunho finally pulled away, "Was that the reason you always gave out so many tests?"

Their breath mingled as they chuckled and continued to brush their lips together lightly, entwining their hands.

"No, but if you want that to be the reason, than I'm alright with that."


~~~~~


So this one took awhile.  The next one prolly will too for various reasons...

I have a new computer finally (17 inches of beautiful mac computerness) so that's why I was a little long with this (meaning I finally started to catch up with all my dramas) um...yeah. lol.

also muahaha started writing the story i'm posting when this is done. :) i'm so excited

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